Lyrics A Plethora Of - For The Fallen Dreams

A Plethora Of

Your whole world has been torn apart from the start
Your whole world, your whole world…
You’re in my heart and in my head
A plethora of things that need to be said…
Does it make it alright to wish that you’re dead?
I feel it’s unsaid
Feelings unsaid
No one would care, no one would risk a thing for you, for you
This I swear, my dear, I fear it’s true
No one cares for you
I can see and feel it again, it’s taking me away
I don’t know what else to say, but I know what I have said